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old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
And I only did three albums, still waiting on niggas to recoup
I really don't even see you rap niggas in my city
Unless it's LC, Kale, Wes, Clipse or Shad
the killing and start adding life spams
Possessed by the stress we`re making a massive mess they can`t address all the facts and we have to protest but I
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
On a bathroom wall I wrote
"I'd rather argue with you than to be
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
good
We ain't really sweatin it, we made it out the hood
They woulda wrote us off if we done did it by the book
Yeah I said it's all good, it's all good
dream(I did)
But yea that shit was real we coming harder thats by all means(Fr)
Long Live You daddy 4eva I’m bringing more steam
I need Mo Effa and a nice
thoughts down and
Then I put I noose back - on
Back from the dead, niggas big mad
Big Willie bitch, don't toss fish where I swim at
Niggas real fake, don't
I'm so sick, no Coronavirus
We don't snitch, note the code of silence
No pigs, we can smoke and fry 'em
Choke him lifeless, grab him by his throat
hearing the speed I exhibit
And they fearing it
And steering it
This the final war I'm declaring it
By the end of this album you'll be so fucking shook
this album in a frame
Watch me spit, this finna be flames
Saved by the bell, you know this one gon' be swell
Every story that I tell, spitting rhymes
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
hell’s pits
nor die by a gun like pawpaw and aunt Debbie
or a rope like CJ, uncle Robert or uncle willie
this shit is fucked up i wish y’all wouldn’t have
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
Flow on lock give no deception
Hit the plug up get smoked like Nelson
East to the west I'm in your presence
On your phone I cause distractions
things she wrote
That survival and extinction could make this bloke choke
Cause Frankenstein's monster didn't have a soulmate to sing
By a never-ending
The royals the spoils the pain will not get me
I'm tested like Ricky bitch I'm tryna ball
I want the smoke like I'm Williams dawg
More free than Willie the pen
stabbed in your back
I Wrote This For You
I wrote this for everybody
Whether it's ten people
Or ten billion people that hear this album
This is for you
This
Now, Big Sean, he's going too fast
Is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
There was a time I had the world by the balls, eating out my palm
Every
stuck by me
And she came to visit anytime she could
Well I remember at my trial when she testified she loved me
And she told the judge I'd always been
Most people can't do this shit
I used to fit the pieces
Of the puzzle all together
Now I bring umbrellas for
The ever-changing weather
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